That’s it. It is officially splitsville for me and my favourite (read only) black pair of skinny jeans.
I am slightly annoyed because the thought of going out to buy another pair fills me with dread. I hate jeans shopping!
The thought of trying on pair after pair that will only pull up to around my calfs is slightly disheartening. Plus facing the unflattering light and confined space of fitting rooms is just too much to bear.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not getting rid of them because I no longer want them, but because the other evening I unceremoniously split them. Not with my lard ass either I’ll have you know.
I accidentally spilt some drink on the floor at home and obviously had to clean it up, so I went to kneel but couldn’t be bothered to get on both knees and well… I can’t explain exactly, but the point is they split.

After a short burst of expletives, I came to terms with the split and moved on.

Now my mission is to replace my black jeans; wish me luck.

Pauline Fowler may have met an untimely demise in ‘Stenders but let me tell you her wardrobe and style is alive and kicking, and I am wearing it today!

I don’t mean a tabard either.

Mornings are the worst for deciding what to wear. I’ve never been one of those people who is able to plan what to wear the night before, mainly for the following reasons:

1) My wardrobe is a scary cavern of creased and unfolded clothing.

2) Nothing is ever ironed.

Both of which make it very hard to find something to wear. It does not help with the fact that I am going through the I hate all my clothes phase
So this morning after much staring and heavy sighing I pulled out:

-The same Dorothy Perkins jeans as yesterday.
-White oversized man shirt from Stella McCartney’s collab with H&M (I forgot I had that) Not ironed but passable.
-Silk/Cashmere Oversize cardi from Zara (same as yesterday but brown).
-Finished with ugg-a-like boots from Just Sheepskin

Not bad. Neat and presentable enough for work. I am missing some color though and I feel a bit plain. Oh well. I’ll just have to wait and see what treasures/rags the wardrobe gives up tomorrow.